I've moved to a new story website for both fanfiction and original stories. If you're interested at all, I posted the link to my original story as well as its summary.

1. I Hate Everything About You

Romance/Teen Fiction

SUMMARY:[RE-WRITE]

"Love had nothing to do with it. And yet, it was everything."

Tori Kinamoto. A shy, yet sarcastic, girl with a strong passion for photography. Dylan Anderson. An arrogant, self-centered football player. He felt as if he had the right to be, being Laguna Beach High's quarterback.

After Dylan donates money to keep Tori's Journalism Club alive, she is sucked unwillingly into his life, unable to escape with a debt and blackmail hanging over her head. All she had to do was help him win his crush's heart.

But is the end always the same as the beginning? Both of their endurance and emotions are put to the test as the division between Dylan's life and Tori's fades.

"Probably the most cliche love story of all time."

2. write me

Short Story/Romance/Fiction

a collection of journal entries and moments of a girl whose thoughts have been ignored from the rest of the world.

Feedback - Refers to an author's idea of a "reward" for their efforts. Okay, seriously, feedback acts as a form of extrinsic reinforcement (if you want the actual psychological classification), which basically means that it generates good feelings in the author. Those good feelings reinforce the author's desire to write, so that they can get more good feelings and start the cycle all over again. However, I should point out that this is not and should not be the main reason authors write. They should write for the intrinsic reinforcement, the sense of good feelings that is inspired within themselves. Internal sources of reinforcement like a sense of accomplishment, pride in their work, joy in playing with the characters, or the pleasure of sharing should be the reason authors write and post stories. Otherwise, if they fail to get external sources of reinforcement, they may grow dissatisfied with writing and quit. Readers who enjoy a story are encouraged to let the author know, either by private email or a public review. Feedback can be anything from a short "I love your story!" to lengthy dissections of what works and what doesn't. Constructive criticism is sometimes appreciated, depending on the author, but flames are not. Ever! (So don't do it, m'kay?) Fanfiction authors don't get paid to write, they do it for the fun of it. Getting feedback for your work, knowing people out there are reading and enjoying what you write--it's all the reward an author needs. Unfortunately, the statistics on readers giving feedback are very low: something like only 1 out of 200 stories, according to one long forgotten estimate, ever receive feedback. Which means that every letter of comment is special and greatly appreciated.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

Be insane... because well behaved girls never made history.

You say I'm not cool. But cool is another word for cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it

Miyuki, a newly-born Arrancar, is assigned to be the Fracción for Grimmjow, an Espada who cares for nothing other than his lust to kill and maim. She despises him, and yet, is intrigued by him. As she is pulled deeper into his blood-soaked world, she finds that not all Hollows lose their hearts. Takes place in the canon plot after Grimmjow loses his arm. Rated M for language.

Chihiro unexpectedly discovered the gold seal in her room 3 years after her adventure in the spirit realm. 3 years later and Haku suddenly shows up at her front gate badly wounded, and Chihiro soon returns only 2 find things are diffrent under the surface

She had forgotten him. Forgotten who he was. Forgotten that she once loved him. Kurosaki Ichigo had completely disappeared from her memories. But would fate really separate this broken pair from one another? Or will it perhaps intertwine their destinies once again? AU.

It's not everyday someone that looks just like you and happens to be a princess hops out of your closet and asks you to take her place as the princess. So what caused this to happen to Tulula, known to her friends as Tutu? ON HOLD, being re-written.

Deep within the seemingly peaceful night, the sound of crying catches the attention of Prince Klaus. He soon discovers that the sobs are coming from Princess Christina of the Flower Kingdom. At least whom they think is the Princess of the Flower Kingdom.

Kiefer, Prince of the Nezzie Empire, sits in the Foxtrot Forest. As he waits, his thoughts wander to his partner, Princess Sabrina, and the times he spent with her. What an interesting girl she is... but why is she so important to him?

After much encouragement from his mother, father, and distant older sister, Kiefer Burgmann is to travel to the neighboring province to attend the annual Ball. When he arrives, Kiefer realizes that dancing doesn't interest him in the slightest. And the odd, seemingly misplaced Princess of the Flower Kingdom is making finding a partner for the Ball hopeless. Well...almost hopeless.

On the night of the anniversary of Aya's mother's death, her father mysteriously disappears. She sets out to rescue him and is forced to face her own home, which is filled with corpses and other supernatural beings. What is the cause of this nightmare? Finally, Aya's eyes are opened to the horrifying truths and creations her father has been hiding in his basement below...

Elizabeth is living a normal life with friends and crushes. Well, maybe a bit too normal. All she wants to do is travel and see the world or start an adventure as her family calls it. This was something she was able to do before her parents died. Now that they're gone, she has to attend school and her adventures have come to an end. Or has it?

Evangeline has been putting up with her friend giggling over the school cutie, Kyle, for months now. She refuses to acknowledge him and convinces herself that he isn't that much. But lately, Evangeline has been having odd dreams with a boy who she is unable to identify. Could this mysterious boy be closer than she thinks? Everything becomes different when a princess comes along...